Holistic Fantasy

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“Actually, there's one thing we'd like to discuss with you. ”

With such a sentence, the daytime fork placed a letter on the desktop, exposing the contents of the letter to the eyes of Noah, Reverse the Sixteenth Night and Jen.

Three people in a row almost unconsciously cast their gaze on a letter resting on the desktop.

There was only one sentence on that letter.

♪ Fire Dragon's Birthday will be attacked by the Demon King ♪

When such a phrase was printed in Noah's eyes and turned back sixteen nights, both eyes contracted simultaneously.

Demon King?

The Fire Dragon Birthday will be attacked by the Demon King?

“This...” Jen's eyes opened directly, somewhat panicked.

“No... no way? There will be a demon king at the Fire Dragon Birth Festival? ”

“Calm down, little master.” Back 16 nights, he pressed Jen's shoulder, but his eyes became sharp and swept towards the fork of day and night.

“You're not kidding, are you? ”

“If anyone uses a joke like this on me, I'll make sure he knows it's not a joke.” The daytime fork turned its gaze back to the sixteenth night.

“I guess you guys are the same, huh? ”

“What the hell is going on here?” Noah simply asked directly.

“Is this letter a warning of a crime? ”

“No, this letter is' ThousandEyes', a prophecy made by a cadre with the gift of predicting the future.” The daytime fork gently closed its eyes and the paper fan in its hand flashed without a scratch.

“The prophecy is almost 100 percent credible, and at least it hasn't been missed so far, so I have to tell you, this is definitely not a joke. ”

“So that's it.” Noah said calmly.

“Is that why you, as the strongest class ruler, came to the North End to host the festival with Salamandra? ”

“… No, I will assist in this birthday, mainly because the rest of the class rulers in the North are completely uncooperative with Sandora's birthday, resulting in the co-sponsorship of the alternate to me as the class ruler in the East Side.” The fork of day and night spoke in a painful tone.

“So, if you're wondering why the East Side and the North Side are hosting a festival together, it's probably disappointing, but it's my turn because the rest of the North Side rulers don't cooperate. ”

Noarton was silent.

Forget about Noah. It's like eating a fly for 16 nights. It's a bitter face.

As a result, a bunch of reasons were guessed, but I didn't think the reasons were so simple.

That's what you call smart, isn't it?

However, the reason why the daytime fork sent an invitation to "NoName" became clear.

Because the purpose of NoName, which lost its flag and name, was to defeat the Demon King.

It is for this reason that, at the operational headquarters of the Fire Dragon Birth Festival, when Noah poked through the purpose of the invitation of the White Night Fork, the White Night Fork would say the phrase, "If nothing of this magnitude can be guessed, it will not be possible to use slogans such as" defeat the Demon King "as the purpose of the community".

“So you're sending us an invitation to take the head of the Demon King?” Back to the face of sixteen nights, a warrior-like expression appeared.

“That's disgusting! Things turned out so interesting?! ”

There is no interest in reversing the 16th night at all in things like the regime's dispute.

But if you play a game of gift with the Demon King as your opponent, it's more than anything that can ignite a reversal of the will of the 16-night mind.

Children who are eager to be touched and entertained are now breathing the same way as their opponents, telling everyone in the room.

At this moment, it is very good to go back 16 nights.

However, reversing the good mood of sixteen nights was a smooth detonation of the person with the worst mood.

“Go back to your turf if you want to play!” Mandela shouted furiously.

“Unlike all of you nameless generations who are playing with the slogan" Defeat the Demon King ", once we defeat in front of the Demon King, what price will it pay? Don't you understand?! ”

Jen's expression was slightly stiff, and then he sank.

Yes, it is.

Demon King's attack is not a game.

Once defeated in the game with the Demon King, 'NoName' will likely reappear on 'Salamandra' depending on the tragedy in the ground.

Knowing this clearly, it is only natural that Mandela would be furious when reversing the 16th night so excited by the appearance of the Demon King.

However, in response, the sixteenth night turned to Mandela with an untamed look.

“What? Is the famous Salamandra scared? Then just hide behind us and we'll protect you! ”

“You... what did you say?” Mandela was furious, with one hand also facing the long sword handle between her waist.

“Brother Mandela!” Sandra was shocked and ready to make a noise stop.

At this moment, a cold sense of oppression overshadowed Mandela.

Mandela's hands stagnated and stiff, like being touched by something cold, raised her head violently and looked in the direction of the cold compression.

There, Noah looked at Mandela with a calm to unusual gaze and said the words slowly.

“This time, I won't be merciful, if you are ready to spare your life, draw your sword...”

Mandela felt only a breath of nitrogen and her face became ugly for a while, but one hand could no longer move, let alone reach over a sword-handle not far from her sword.

“Just give it to me, Mandela.” The eyebrows of the daytime fork wrinkled tightly.

“You're the ones who need help. Is that the way you ask for help? ”

“… we are dealing with the Demon King.” Mandela's expression was constantly changing and she looked at Noah's people.

“Can a bunch of 'NoName' really help us attack the Demon King? ”

“Huh?” He turned back 16 nights and grinned with interest.

“So you're going to try our level? ”

“I won't stop you, Mandela.” The daytime fork glanced at Mandela.

“But I have to tell you, those two boys over there, one with a gift that can't even be identified by the name of Laplace, and one with more than a thousand kinds of magic weapons, if you think you can test their level, I'd expect a little too. ”

“A gift that even Laplace can't identify?” Mandela opened her eyes.

“More than a thousand magic weapons?” Sandra was even more frightened.

“Impossible!” Mandela shouted.

“Regardless of whether the former possesses a thousand kinds of divine weapons or anything, how can that happen?! ”

You know, possessing a divine gift weapon, it's all a myth with terrible power.

It's like leaving your opponent with nowhere to go, Gungnir, a must-have gun in a hundred rounds.

Like being able to throw, it will surely lead the result to the victorious god gun, the Brahmastra.

Like the cursed god gun that can reverse the cause and effect, the heart of absolute life - the "GaeBolg."

These horrible, divine-grand weapons of grace, they are terrible things that cannot be ignored by even the three most powerful species in the Ark.

Almost all of these artifacts are in the hands of the highest-ranking Shura Buddha, and the rest are merely imitations given to simulate them.

Who can possess authenticity, who is not famous in the courtyard?

Is Noah in possession of more than a thousand of these gifted weapons?

There's a limit to joking, right?

However, this is also why the daytime fork of the powerful double-digit Demon King was shocked.

If you just hold one or two pieces, that's not so shocking.

But more than a thousand words, that's outrageous.

“Anyway, I wouldn't believe it! ”

Mandela looked closely at Noah.

“Unless you can show it to me! ”